Write anything, just write. That is the advice they give us.
“Who is ‘they’?” you may ask in that superior tone that so annoys me. I may well ask back, “Who are YOU?” Oh yeah, the critics in my head. Who invited them to this blog post anyways?
So now I’ve written a whole paragraph without too much pain or problem. I could go on like that, but am I really best served by doing so? Another bit of writerly advice I’ve heard is, “Give that inner critic a voice, maybe even a name. Write out your arguments with him or her.” The idea is I will see how spurious the inner critic’s criticisms are and/or I will become bored with listening to that fool and tune him or her out. So there.
Do all writers have this inner critic and are all inner critics as snarky and annoying as mine? I would not be a bit surprised.
Regular readers know I have had a bit of a problem lately. The other day I made up my mind to Just Write More. Of course this is a recipe for ensuring that the one thing I just can’t/don’t want to do is write. I tried to circumvent the automatic reaction with the caveat that I could Just Write ANYTHING. I also sternly told myself to Just Write Anyways.
And I have written, at least in dribs and drabs. A couple of paragraphs in the TV Journal. A few more lines on the banana play. A not too contemptible lead for an article for Mohawk Valley Living (along with a few contemptible leads I crossed out). Part of a letter to my sister. And of course blog posts.
As I often observe, one must persevere. Ah, I think that can count as a random observation. Remember, today is Lame Post Friday, my day for random observations and half-baked philosophy. I think this whole post counts as the latter. Happy Friday, everyone.